Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Japan,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.